Dive into the raw and unfiltered life of Compton with this powerful anthem. 'Straight Outta Compton' narrates the struggles, hustle, and striving for survival amidst the loud sirens and the evergreen grind. A representation of life’s hard lessons learned and the fight against the odds. Experience the truth and resilience that defines the streets.
Verse 1:
Straight outta Compton, where the sirens scream loud,
Life’s a hard lesson, ain’t no room for the weak.
Mama prayed for me, but I’m living in sin,
Caught up in the madness, where the drama begins.
Chorus:
Block’s got me hustling, dodging private cops every day,
Security companies lurking, watching every move I make.
Chasing pink dreams, got the streets in a cup,
A hit of that powder, just trying to park.
Verse 2:
We rise from the struggle, won’t fall to the ground,
Every word that I spit, man, it’s raw and profound.
In this life that we live, we gotta hold it down,
Compton’s in my veins, yeah, I wear that crown.
Chorus:
Rolling in the low ride, cruising through the night,
Got my crew beside me, and we ready to fight.
From the block to the yard, it’s the same old game,
Ain’t no love in these streets, only hustle and pain.
Verse 3:
Private cops on the corner, always watching our moves,
Guarding their investments, trying to kill our grooves.
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Straight outta Compton, where the sirens scream loud,
Life’s a hard lesson, ain’t no room for the weak.
Mama prayed for me, but I’m living in sin,
Caught up in the madness, where the drama begins.
Block’s got me hustling, dodging private cops every day,
Security companies lurking, watching every move I make.
Chasing pink dreams, got the streets in a cup,
A hit of that powder, just trying to park.
We rise from the struggle, won’t fall to the ground,
Every word that I spit, man, it’s raw and profound.
In this life that we live, we gotta hold it down,
Compton’s in my veins, yeah, I wear that crown.
Rolling in the low ride, cruising through the night,
Got my crew beside me, and we ready to fight.
From the block to the yard, it’s the same old game,
Ain’t no love in these streets, only hustle and pain.
Private cops on the corner, always watching our moves,
Guarding their investments, trying to kill our grooves.
Lamar